8.3.14

B O Y.

SATURDAY. It's obviously a frumpy boy's sweater I'm in, which sometimes doubles as a tunic. Notice the sleeves that want to keep going past my fingers and the pouf effect that comes from trying to make the hem shorter. If ever there is a need to hide bloating, this cozy item will be there in my closet, folded between other cozy, girl sweaters waiting to be distinguished. I'll take it as a happy medium between the XL tops-as-xs-dresses I've scored from Goodwill and my slimmer, feminine blouses. Everyone needs a couple. Cuffed my favorite skinny jeans with my muddied up ankle boots. Slung over a market find bangle from Phangan and called it a good, mostly lazy but sort of trying day.